In the entertainment industry, everyone has been reborn, but who will be their servant?

Chapter 85 Major Themes
After arranging everything, Qin Xuan went to Guizhou to film "The Nameless".

With the continuous global promotion and hype surrounding "The Forbidden Kingdom," Liu Yifei is currently in the spotlight.

The TV series "Crossing the Guandong" has recently gained popularity and become a phenomenon.

There's also news that over a hundred celebrities from Mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong have started recording a joint song, "BJ Welcomes You." Hendrik Willem Van Loon is really busy; he's everywhere.

The Olympics are the brightest focus this year.

The team preparing for the Olympic bid to get "Nanjing Photo Studio" approved spent almost a month compiling historical documents.

In the Beijing Film Academy library, the early spring sunlight shines through the glass wall onto a desk by the window, on which various photos and documents are scattered.

If you look closely, you'll see various documents and black-and-white photographs about that period of history in Nanjing.

There was also an open laptop next to him, and Shen Ao was staring at the screen, refining and enriching the script of "Nanjing Photo Studio".

It's just about enriching some details of that period of history; it's not about changing the core of Qin Xuan's story, which remains unchanged.

Or it could be to expose the crimes committed by the Japanese, their manipulation of public opinion, and their brutal killing of civilians.

As the fight went on, Shen Ao's eyes glistened with tears. Every time he saw this script, every time he saw this history being revealed, he couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow and an overwhelming urge to expose it all to the world and let people know the truth.

There's too much embellishment among public intellectuals these days; they think even a textbook or a toilet smells good.

"In our bid for the Olympics, we've acquired interrogation records and a photography magazine from the Republican era, a total of 30 volumes and nearly 2000 interrogation records. With this document, our chances of passing the review are much higher."

Wen Muye, along with Zhang Linke, Wang Chaowen, and others, happily jogged over and placed a large pile of documents on the table, forming a small mountain.

Wen Muye slapped his hand on the documents and said excitedly, "Look, there are photos of the Japanese army entering the city here. If we take those photos, we can restore them directly."

"Nanjing Photo Studio" has many historically accurate details, including the scene of entering the city, which is exactly the same as the scene of the Japanese army at that time, so Qin Xuan also had to recreate it.

This historical material alone will cost more than a million.

Shen Ao put down the script and picked up the long-forgotten newspaper.

Wang Chaowen noticed his unusual behavior and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you crying?"

"Huh?" Shen Ao looked up blankly, wiped his eyes, and saw that his hands were wet.

"I guess he got so engrossed in the script that he was infected by it." Zhang Linke sat across from him: "Sometimes when I'm reading scripts or organizing documents at night, I also feel so envious."

"Don't be too sentimental." Wen Muye patted Shen Ao on the shoulder.

"I can only say that President Xuan's script is excellent. It's written from the perspective of ordinary people, which makes me feel very involved." Shen Ao wiped his eyes again and took a deep breath.

Everyone else nodded in agreement; President Xuan's script was indeed very relatable.

After all, most people are just ordinary people.

Shen Ao pulled out the documents and asked, "Did the families of those who experienced the events pay for the use of their images?"

"Payment has been made. There are 27 families in total. Here are the authorization documents." Wang Chaowen opened his briefcase and placed the documents on the table.

"How much money was paid?" Shen Ao asked.

"A total of three million. We're so grateful that President Xuan provided the funds; otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to get all this done," Wang Chaowen remarked. Initially, they were unaware of this arrangement. It was only after Wang Chaowen reminded them that they needed to pay the families of those who experienced the events firsthand for the use of their portrait rights. Actors portraying ancestors require the families' consent; this is ethical compensation.

Of course, I'm not paying the publishers, unless the movie is going to be released in Japan. Otherwise, let them go to hell.

Including other expenses, the total cost was nearly five million, which is a huge sum of money.

Zhang Linke looked at the group and asked, "Now that the documents are complete, can we submit them for review?"

"Alright, let's work hard these next few days to compile this into a book and submit it for review." Shen Ao rummaged through the historical documents.

This is such a big pile, how come it's all here?

Wen Muye sat down next to him, opened his notebook, and prepared to start working.

"I think before we review it, we could have the teachers check it first. In case something is wrong and it gets rejected, we won't even know what the problem is," Wang Chaowen suggested.

Those who coordinate things are different; they can avoid risks in advance.

“I think it’s acceptable; it’s like a preliminary hearing.” Wen Muye nodded in agreement.

No one else present had any objections. Zhang Linke then asked, "Then the question is, which teacher should we look for?"

“Of course it’s Wang Hongwei. He’s taught in every department, planned film projects, and worked as an art consultant. He definitely knows this stuff,” Wang Chaowen said.

The group exchanged glances and agreed that there was no problem.

So they organized the documents and, a few days later, Shen Ao and Wen Muye, as representatives, went to deliver the script.

Wang Hongwei is currently the deputy director of the directing department, and he is one of their two teachers, so it would be most appropriate for them to go there.

On the west side of the third floor of the Beijing Film Academy's teaching building, Shen Ao and Wen Muye arrived with trepidation. Pushing open the door, they were greeted by neat and orderly office furnishings.

Behind a retro-style solid wood desk in the middle of the office, Wang Hongwei, with a bald head and wearing black-rimmed glasses, was writing something.

"Teacher," the two called out.

Wang Hongwei looked up and saw them. A smile spread across his face. He picked up a pen cap, put it on the fountain pen, and set it aside, saying, "Oh, it's you. Come and sit down."

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

"Teacher, we have a script and would like to ask you to help us review it." Shen Ao and Wen Muye were quite respectful.

In the past, I would place the script in my hand on my desk.

"Are you making a movie? You can ask other senior students to show you how it's made." Although Wang Hongwei said this, he still picked up the notebook on the table.

"No, this is a major subject matter for Nanjing, and we'd like you to help us check for any flaws and whether it will be difficult to pass the censorship," Shen Ao said.

"A major theme?!"

Wang Hongwei's expression was grave. "You've only made a few films, and you've already come across this kind of subject matter?"

(End of this chapter)